Opposites Attract (Audio Script)

Stories

“Another, please.”

I ignore the bartender’s raised eyebrow as she refills my glass for the third time. Whiskey is something to savour, I know, but I don’t feel like slowing down. I tip the glass back and swallow it in one go.

Damn, this is good whiskey.

Almost makes up for the hell of a day that I just had.

“Just a Manhattan, if you don’t mind.”

You have got to be kidding me.

“Thank you.”

Just my fucking luck… I come to my favourite bar to try and recharge from the absolute disaster that was today’s court session, only for little Miss Prosecutor-From-Hell to show up next to me.

Maybe if I’m quiet, I can just finish my drink and leave before you notice…

“Also a whiskey fan, I see?”

So much for that idea.

“Ah, yes, I guess I am.”

“Nothing soothes the ache of a long and arduous day in court like liquor. Don’t you agree?

”

“I suppose so.”

I turn to face you. It appears I won’t be escaping this interaction. You’re wearing the same black, buttoned shirt as you were in court, tucked into a knee-length skirt.

You seem different in the warm light of the bar… less intimidating.

“I guess I did give you plenty to drink about, what with the piss-poor job you did preparing for the case—”

“If your team hadn’t purposely submitted last minute evidence then perhaps I would have been more prepared”

“Well, in my defence—oh wait! That’s your job.”

I’m trying to keep my composure but the whiskey has me feeling relaxed and loose. Your voice just sounds so… different from earlier. When you were tearing my case to shreds…

“I have a feeling I’d have my hands full if you were my client.”

“I’ll have you know that plenty of people would pay to have their hands full of me.”

“Oh, do you charge?”

“Not always…”

“Another drink?”

“If you’d be so kind.”

The bartender fixes you another drink.

You make eye-contact with me as you take the first sip.

“Is this your first case in the area?

I haven’t seen you before.”

“Mmm, one of the first. I was working pro-bono before, decided it was time for something more settled.”

You stir your drink as we talk, eyes never leaving mine. Am I actually enjoying our conversation? You’re surprisingly easy to talk to.

There’s something of an invitation behind your words, something about the way you pull the hair tie from your hair and let it fall freely around your face. The way you cross your legs and cause that skirt to bunch up and reveal more of your thighs…

I have a feeling I won’t be ending the night alone after all.

We keep talking for a while. Mostly about cases we’ve worked on, jokes about how we would have done things differently. It’s a few hours and several more rounds of drinks before you look at the finely made watch on your wrist.

“We should probably head home, we both have an early start, don’t we?”

“Oh, well, yeah… I suppose I’ll see you in the morning?”

You smile, walking to the door and opening it.

Hmm, that’s disappointing.

“Well, aren’t you coming?”

“Oh… yeah, yes! I’m coming.”

“Should I call a cab?”

“Oh no, my apartment actually isn’t far.”

You take my hand and begin pulling me through the busy street.

“It’s just on the corner here.”

You’re still holding my hand, fingers entwined with mine and it feels… nice, natural. I’m a little nervous, it’s been a while since I did anything like this. And you… well, I spent most of my day bickering with you in front of a judge. And now, this.

“So, do I need to keep up the pretence of ‘inviting you in for a nightcap’ or are you just going to kiss me?”

Oh fuck…

My mouth feels dry.

I can’t think of anything clever to say back.

“God, if you want something done…”

“... do it yourself.”

Fuck, you feel good. Your hands are in my hair, pulling, sending shocks of pleasure down my spine. It feels amazing to be touched, to feel your body against mine. Your thigh pushes between mine to put pressure on my cock.

“Fuck…”

My arms wrap around you, pulling you close.

It feels so hot all of sudden and I’m desperate to get us out of our clothes…

Our kiss breaks and I get a good look at your face, now a little flushed, your lips shiny and hair tangled from where I’ve been clutching at it.

You continue undressing, sinking down a couple of inches as you slip off your heels.

The difference in our height makes my blood run a little hot.

For some reason, I like the fact that you have to stand on your toes to kiss me again.

“Hurry up, Handsome. You’ve made me wait long enough, don’t you think?”

I’ve never hated dress shoes as much as I do at this moment, my fingers tangling in the laces as I hurry to loosen them enough to slip them off.

By the time I am freed, you are already walking down the hall and I rush after you, loosening my tie as I go.

I quickly catch up to you and crowd you against the wall, catching you by surprise this time.

“Eager, are we?”

I close my teeth around your bottom lip and pull, loving the way you shiver against me.

“Who’s eager now?”

“Oh, shut up.”

“Mmm, with pleasure.”

I can’t see where we are going and you giggle into the kiss when I trip over my own feet, too distracted by your mouth to remember how to walk.

“Are you always this clumsy?”

“Must just be your effect on me…”

“Oh, so you’re a sweet talker now?”

I kneel between your open legs, one hand clutching the cushion behind your shoulder for balance as we kiss.

My other hand fumbles with the buttons of your shirt, undoing the first few relatively quickly.

“Let… let me, and take yours off too, come on.”

“So impatient.”

I look back to see you removing your bra.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?”

I kiss your neck, tracing my tongue over your skin and moving lower…

Until I am placing open-mouthed kisses over your soft breasts.

“Ah! Come on…”

I let my tongue drag over your chest before closing my lips around it and sucking.

“Oh, fuck.”

I bite down gently before circling it with my tongue.

Fuck you taste good.

I suck at the skin trapped between my teeth, swiping my tongue rapidly over your chest and pinching the other between my fingers.

“Goddamn—yeah, that’s good.”

I smile against your skin, enjoying how responsive you are.

You wrap your legs around me, pulling me close enough to feel you against my dick, even through my pants. Your skirt is bunched up around your waist so I can see your panties.

“Want to feel you.”

I’m happy to obey, grinding my clothed cock against your underwear, still playing with your chest, pulling at them with my fingers and teeth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You’re pulling at my belt buckle as you grind up against me.

It doesn’t take much for you to undo it and unbutton my pants.

“Oh, shit.”

Your hand pushes into my boxers, wrapping around my cock and pumping a couple of times.

“Mmm, that’s it, let me see you.”

You drag my pants and briefs down to my thigh.

“What a lovely cock, mmm? So hard for me.”

You use your thumb to smear precum over the head, pressing your nail into the skin just barely and it’s so fucking good.

“God, you’re amazing…”

My legs feel shaky as you jerk me off in slow pulls.

“Look at you, so desperate for me.”

I would try to get the upper hand if I wasn’t too busy trying not to groan and beg for more, for your mouth around me, for your hands to move a little faster.

“Wanna make me desperate too, babe? You want to fuck me?”

“Fuck, yes, yes please let me fuck you.”

“Mmm, that’s what I like to hear.”

I start to tear the condom open but you stop me.

You press a quick kiss to my lips and grab my dick in your hand.

“Oh fuck.”

You drag your fingers up and down over my cock, teasing me.

Fuck, your hands feel so good.

“That’s it, handsome. Get nice and hard for me…”

You roll the condom down my dick, trailing your hands over my balls and back up to the tip. I’ve never been so turned on in my entire life. The way you pull your panties to the side, one hand still stroking slowly over my dick. All I can do is sit here and let you take your time, let you do whatever you want with me.

It’s all so fucking hot, both half-clothed, about to fuck on your sofa.

Finally, you pull me forwards and I sink into you.

“Shit…”